Page 67 of Play With Me
“What?”
“So, I’ve been doing some digging…”
“Oh god. Do I even want to know?”
“I mean, maybe?” She taps her computer, and my heart picks up the pace. “How about I tell you a few important details? He can tell you the rest.”
I swallow and think about it. This could be massively breaching his trust. Maya has ways of finding out things thatmost of us could never find on our own. But at the same time, he broke our unstated agreement. He kissed someone else.
No explanation in those voicemails. Nothing. Just excuses and drunk rambling.
“Tell me.”
She gives a muffled shriek of happiness and then pulls her computer toward her and clicks a few buttons.
“All right, let me see what I have. So, Colton James Cavanaugh is twenty-one years old. His birthday is in June. He’s the son of James and Clara Cavanaugh.” She stops and looks at me. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat. “Keep going?”
“Yeah.”
“Right, so his dad died when he was twelve. I’m still looking at the police reports about his death, but there doesn’t seem to be an autopsy report. Strange that they didn’t do one. But the really weird thing is that his mom remarried just six months later to Erick Jones.”
“And?”
“And Erick took over the company. He’s the CEO, but it seems Colton actually owns fifty-one percent of it. He’s the main shareholder of Cavanaugh Freight.”
That makes my mind whirl.
“Wait? Colton owns most of the company?”
“Yep.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, did you ask why he had to go home?”
“He wouldn’t talk about it. Just that he was going to an event in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It’s apparently their vacation home.”
“Fancy.”
“Yeah, I looked it up after he told me, and I was disgusted at how much those houses cost.” My sister squirms, and I sigh. “Don’t tell me how much he’s worth. I don’t want to know.”
She puffs out her cheeks, but nods all the same.
“I think I’ll wait for him to tell me anything else. I just…maybe I won’t need to know anything about him after this week. Maybe it’s over.”
“He’d be a fool to give you up. You’re a catch.”
“You have to say that because I’m your brother.”
“Yeah, but this time I mean it.”
She nods at my coffee. “Now drink the rest. You’re clenched tighter than your virgin asshole.”
My cheeks blush, and she gasps. “Oh my god, tell me you did.”
When I say nothing, she claps her hands so loud it draws our mom out into the kitchen.
“Everything okay?” she asks, and Maya slaps a hand over her mouth to try to keep it in. But she can’t quite manage.
